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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.