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The Pharaoh’s Daughter
Category: Historical
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
A knock at the door changed everything.
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 morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.