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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
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.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.