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Midnight Confessions
Category: Romance
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.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.