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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.