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The Lost Kingdom
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.