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Midnight Confessions
Category: Romance
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.