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Viking Blood
Category: Historical
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 had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.