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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.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.