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The Earl’s Bride
Category: Romance
A knock at the door changed everything.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
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 end.