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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.