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The Lost Dynasty
Category: Historical
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.