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The Last Crusade
Category: Historical
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.