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A Love Rekindled
Category: Romance
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.