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The Lost Dynasty
Category: Historical
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
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 garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.