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The Romanov Diary
Category: Historical
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.