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A Kingdom’s Ransom
Category: Historical
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.