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Empire of Magic
Category: Fantasy
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
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.
The end.