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The Last Enchantress
Category: Fantasy
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.