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The Pharaoh’s Daughter
Category: Historical
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.