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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
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.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.