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The Heart of the Storm
Category: Fantasy
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.