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Viking Blood
Category: Historical
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.