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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
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.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.