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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
A knock at the door changed everything.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.