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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.