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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.