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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.