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The Starborn Mage
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.