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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.