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A Kingdom’s Ransom
Category: Historical
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.