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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.