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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.