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Realm of Shadows
Category: Fantasy
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.