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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.