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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.