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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
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.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.