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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.