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The Highlander’s Quest
Category: Historical
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.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.