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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.