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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.