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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.