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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.