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Realm of Shadows
Category: Fantasy
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.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
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.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.