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The Earl’s Bride
Category: Romance
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.