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The Lost Dynasty
Category: Historical
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.