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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
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.
The end.