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Empire of Magic
Category: Fantasy
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.