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Realm of Shadows
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.