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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.