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The Pharaoh’s Daughter
Category: Historical
A knock at the door changed everything.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.