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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.