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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.