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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.