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The Heart of the Storm
Category: Fantasy
A knock at the door changed everything.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.