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The Romanov Diary
Category: Historical
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.