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Moonlight Serenade
Category: Romance
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.