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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.