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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
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.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.