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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 market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.