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The Conqueror’s Wife
Category: Historical
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.