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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
A knock at the door changed everything.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
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 morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.