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Whispers of the Heart
Category: Romance
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.