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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.