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The Duke’s Secret
Category: Romance
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.