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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.