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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.