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A Kingdom’s Ransom
Category: Historical
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.