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The Pharaoh’s Daughter
Category: Historical
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.