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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.