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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.