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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.