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The Heart of the Storm
Category: Fantasy
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
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.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.