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The Lost Kingdom
Category: Fantasy
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.