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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.