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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.