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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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 train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.