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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
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 letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.