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The Heart of the Storm
Category: Fantasy
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.