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The Pharaoh’s Daughter
Category: Historical
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.