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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
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.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.