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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
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.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.