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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.