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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.