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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.