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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
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 letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.