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Tangled Hearts
Category: Romance
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
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.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.