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The Eternal Flame
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.