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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.