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Empire of Magic
Category: Fantasy
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.