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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A knock at the door changed everything.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.