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The Last Crusade
Category: Historical
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.