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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.