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The Lost Dynasty
Category: Historical
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.