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The Lost Kingdom
Category: Fantasy
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.