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The Last Crusade
Category: Historical
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.