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A Kingdom’s Ransom
Category: Historical
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.