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The Last Crusade
Category: Historical
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.