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The Conqueror’s Wife
Category: Historical
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.