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The Lost Kingdom
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.