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The Pharaoh’s Daughter
Category: Historical
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.