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The Pharaoh’s Daughter
Category: Historical
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.