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The Duke’s Secret
Category: Romance
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
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.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.