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Tangled Hearts
Category: Romance
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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 end.