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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.