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The Heart of the Storm
Category: Fantasy
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
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 letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.