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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.