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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.