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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
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.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.