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The Lost Kingdom
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.