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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.