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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.