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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.