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The Romanov Diary
Category: Historical
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.