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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.