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The Lost Kingdom
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.