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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.