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The Starborn Mage
Category: Fantasy
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.