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Realm of Shadows
Category: Fantasy
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.