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The Lost Kingdom
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.