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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.