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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.