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Tangled Hearts
Category: Romance
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.