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The Lost Kingdom
Category: Fantasy
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.