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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.