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Empire of Magic
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A knock at the door changed everything.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.