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A Kingdom’s Ransom
Category: Historical
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.