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Tangled Hearts
Category: Romance
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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 market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.