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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.