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The Last Crusade
Category: Historical
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.