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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.