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Tangled Hearts
Category: Romance
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
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.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.