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The Last Crusade
Category: Historical
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
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.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.