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The Heart of the Storm
Category: Fantasy
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
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.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.