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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.