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The Earl’s Bride
Category: Romance
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
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 map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.