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The Heart of the Storm
Category: Fantasy
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.