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Viking Blood
Category: Historical
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.
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 letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.