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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
A knock at the door changed everything.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
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 sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.