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The Lost Kingdom
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
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 garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.