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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
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.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
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.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.