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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.