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The Romanov Diary
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 sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.