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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.