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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.