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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.