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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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.
The end.