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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
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 market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.