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Empire of Magic
Category: Fantasy
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.