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Tangled Hearts
Category: Romance
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.