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Void Walker
Category: Sci-Fi
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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 morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.