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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.