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The Last Crusade
Category: Historical
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.