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Empire of Magic
Category: Fantasy
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.