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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.