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The Earl’s Bride
Category: Romance
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.