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The Earl’s Bride
Category: Romance
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.