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The Heart of the Storm
Category: Fantasy
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.