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Whispers of the Heart
Category: Romance
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
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.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.