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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.