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A Love Rekindled
Category: Romance
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.