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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.