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The Lost Dynasty
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.