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The Heart of the Storm
Category: Fantasy
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.