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The Conqueror’s Wife
Category: Historical
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.