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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.