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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.