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Winds of Destiny
Category: Fantasy
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.