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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
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 not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.