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The Pharaoh’s Daughter
Category: Historical
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.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.