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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.