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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
A knock at the door changed everything.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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 fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
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.