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The Heart of the Storm
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.