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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.