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The Last Crusade
Category: Historical
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.