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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.