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Realm of Shadows
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
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.