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The Earl’s Bride
Category: Romance
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.