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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.