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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.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.