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Empire of Magic
Category: Fantasy
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 stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A knock at the door changed everything.
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.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.