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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
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.