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The Lost Dynasty
Category: Historical
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.