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The Starborn Mage
Category: Fantasy
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.