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The Pharaoh’s Daughter
Category: Historical
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
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.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.