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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.