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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.