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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.