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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.