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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.