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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.