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The Last Crusade
Category: Historical
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
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.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.