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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.