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The Earl’s Bride
Category: Romance
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A knock at the door changed everything.
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.