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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.