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The Romanov Diary
Category: Historical
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.