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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
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.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.