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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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 end.