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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A knock at the door changed everything.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.