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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.