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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
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.