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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.