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The Duke’s Secret
Category: Romance
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.