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A Love Rekindled
Category: Romance
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.