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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.