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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
A knock at the door changed everything.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.