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The Last Crusade
Category: Historical
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.