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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.