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Viking Blood
Category: Historical
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A knock at the door changed everything.
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.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.