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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.