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Viking Blood
Category: Historical
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 knock at the door changed everything.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.