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Viking Blood
Category: Historical
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.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.