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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.