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The Pharaoh’s Daughter
Category: Historical
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.