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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.