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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
A knock at the door changed everything.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.