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The Starborn Mage
Category: Fantasy
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.