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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.