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The Starborn Mage
Category: Fantasy
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.