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Realm of Shadows
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
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.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.