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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.