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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.