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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
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 sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.