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Midnight Confessions
Category: Romance
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.