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The Starborn Mage
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.