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The Lost Kingdom
Category: Fantasy
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.