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Viking Blood
Category: Historical
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A knock at the door changed everything.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.