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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.