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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.