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The Pharaoh’s Daughter
Category: Historical
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.