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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
A knock at the door changed everything.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
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.
The end.