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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
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.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.