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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.