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The Last Crusade
Category: Historical
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
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.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.