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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke 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 learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.