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Empire of Magic
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
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.
The end.