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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.