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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.