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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
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 smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.