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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.