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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.