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The Medici Secret
Category: Historical
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.