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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.