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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.