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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.