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A Love Rekindled
Category: Romance
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.