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The Last Crusade
Category: Historical
A knock at the door changed everything.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.