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The Last Crusade
Category: Historical
A knock at the door changed everything.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
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 stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.