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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.