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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.