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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.