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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.