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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.