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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.