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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A knock at the door changed everything.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.