Skip to content
Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
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.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.