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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.