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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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 end.