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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.