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Viking Blood
Category: Historical
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.