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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
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.
The end.