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The Heart of the Storm
Category: Fantasy
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.