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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.