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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.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.