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Viking Blood
Category: Historical
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
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 market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.