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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.