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The Starborn Mage
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.