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The Earl’s Bride
Category: Romance
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.