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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.