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The Earl’s Bride
Category: Romance
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
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.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.