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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.