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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.