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Empire of Magic
Category: Fantasy
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.