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Empire of Magic
Category: Fantasy
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
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.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.