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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
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.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.