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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
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 letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.