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The Earl’s Bride
Category: Romance
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
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.
The end.