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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.