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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.