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The Romanov Diary
Category: Historical
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.