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Empire of Magic
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.