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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.