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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.