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Viking Blood
Category: Historical
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
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.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.