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The Earl’s Bride
Category: Romance
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.