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The Heart of the Storm
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
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.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.