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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.