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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
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.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.