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Realm of Shadows
Category: Fantasy
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.