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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
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.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.