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Viking Blood
Category: Historical
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.