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The Lost Kingdom
Category: Fantasy
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
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 stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.