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Viking Blood
Category: Historical
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.