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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
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.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.