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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.