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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.