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Empire of Magic
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.