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Moonlight Serenade
Category: Romance
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.