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The Lost Kingdom
Category: Fantasy
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.