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The Heart of the Storm
Category: Fantasy
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.