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Empire of Magic
Category: Fantasy
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.