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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
A knock at the door changed everything.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.