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Whispers of the Heart
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 garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.