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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.