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The Lost Kingdom
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.