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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.