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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.