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The Lost Dynasty
Category: Historical
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.