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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.