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Viking Blood
Category: Historical
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.