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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A knock at the door changed everything.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.