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Viking Blood
Category: Historical
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.