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The Lost Kingdom
Category: Fantasy
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.