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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
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.
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 end.