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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
A knock at the door changed everything.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
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 morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.