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The Romanov Diary
Category: Historical
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.