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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.