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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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.