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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.