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Tangled Hearts
Category: Romance
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
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 train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.