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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A knock at the door changed everything.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.