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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
A knock at the door changed everything.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.