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The Lost Kingdom
Category: Fantasy
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.