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The Lost Kingdom
Category: Fantasy
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.