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The Duke’s Secret
Category: Romance
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.