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There was a storm brewing. She could see it building on the horizon, feel it in the wind on the hill.
They were running away tonight. Away from her tyrannical father, away from his impoverish life. The sea offered a new beginning for them both.
At 7 bells as agreed, she hurried up the steep incline to the castle, her cloak flapping in the cooling night. He would be waiting for her there.
A figure emerged from the shadows. It was not he, but one of her father’s guards.
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