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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.