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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.