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The Last Crusade
Category: Historical
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
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.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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 end.