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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.