The Truth Untold
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The Truth Untold
An untold story in a blossoming garden
This is a short story which is based on the story of "Lacittá di Smeraldo" or the legend of the Smeraldo flower.
Smeraldo flower is a beautiful flower which is very valuable. Today, this flower does not exist and many people only recognize it as a part of myth or legend.
This story happened in 1500s - 1600s in a small town in Italy where a man with a great love for flowers and a woman who sells beautiful flowers lives.
"...But I still want you."
The Truth Untold
An Untold Story in a Blossoming Garden
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