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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.