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The Medici Secret
Category: Historical
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.