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The Lost Kingdom
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.