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Viking Blood
Category: Historical
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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 sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.