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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.