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The Pharaoh’s Daughter
Category: Historical
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.