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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.