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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.