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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
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.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.