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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.