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The Pharaoh’s Daughter
Category: Historical
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.