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The Earl’s Bride
Category: Romance
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
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.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.