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The Duke’s Secret
Category: Romance
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.