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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.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.