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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.