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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.