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Sword of Destiny
Category: Historical
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.