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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
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 end.