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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.