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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
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 train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.