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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.