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Moonlight Serenade
Category: Romance
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.