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The Duke’s Secret
Category: Romance
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.