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The Pharaoh’s Daughter
Category: Historical
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.