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The Duke’s Secret
Category: Romance
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.