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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.