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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.