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The Starborn Mage
Category: Fantasy
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A knock at the door changed everything.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.