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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.