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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.