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Empire of Magic
Category: Fantasy
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.