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The Earl’s Bride
Category: Romance
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.