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The Heart of the Storm
Category: Fantasy
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.