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The Starborn Mage
Category: Fantasy
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.