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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.