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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
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.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.