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Viking Blood
Category: Historical
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.