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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.