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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
A knock at the door changed everything.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.