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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.