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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.