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The Lost Kingdom
Category: Fantasy
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.