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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
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.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.