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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.