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The Romanov Diary
Category: Historical
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.