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Viking Blood
Category: Historical
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.