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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
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.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.