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Whispers of the Heart
Category: Romance
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.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.