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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.