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Empire of Magic
Category: Fantasy
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
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.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.