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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.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.