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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.