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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
A knock at the door changed everything.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
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 end.