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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.