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Viking Blood
Category: Historical
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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 letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.