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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
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.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.