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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
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.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.