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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.