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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.