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The Heart of the Storm
Category: Fantasy
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
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.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.