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A Kingdom’s Ransom
Category: Historical
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.