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The Lost Dynasty
Category: Historical
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
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 letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.