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The Lost Dynasty
Category: Historical
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
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.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.