Skip to content
The Last Crusade
Category: Historical
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.