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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.