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The Earl’s Bride
Category: Romance
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.