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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.