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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.