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The Earl’s Bride
Category: Romance
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.