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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.