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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.