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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
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 was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.