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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.