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The Romanov Diary
Category: Historical
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
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.
The end.