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Realm of Shadows
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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 stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.