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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.