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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.