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The Pharaoh’s Daughter
Category: Historical
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
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 stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.