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Stolen Glances
Category: Romance
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.