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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.