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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
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 garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.