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The Last Crusade
Category: Historical
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.