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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
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 end.