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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.