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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A knock at the door changed everything.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.