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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.