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The Heart of the Storm
Category: Fantasy
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.