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Midnight Confessions
Category: Romance
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
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.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.