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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
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 map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
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.
The end.