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The Romanov Diary
Category: Historical
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.