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The Heart of the Storm
Category: Fantasy
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.