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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.