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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
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.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.