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The Earl’s Bride
Category: Romance
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.