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Midnight Confessions
Category: Romance
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.