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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.