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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.