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Viking Blood
Category: Historical
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A knock at the door changed everything.
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 map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.