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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.