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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.