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The Starborn Mage
Category: Fantasy
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.