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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.