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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
A knock at the door changed everything.
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 letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.