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Realm of Shadows
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.