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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.