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The Last Crusade
Category: Historical
A knock at the door changed everything.
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.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
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.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.