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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.