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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.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
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.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.