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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
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.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.