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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.