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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.