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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.