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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
A knock at the door changed everything.
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.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.