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The Pharaoh’s Daughter
Category: Historical
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A knock at the door changed everything.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.