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A Kingdom’s Ransom
Category: Historical
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.