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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.