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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
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.
The end.