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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.