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A Love Rekindled
Category: Romance
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A knock at the door changed everything.
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.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.