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Empire of Magic
Category: Fantasy
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
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 fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.