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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.