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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
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 map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.