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The Pharaoh’s Daughter
Category: Historical
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.