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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.