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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.