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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.