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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.