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Midnight Confessions
Category: Romance
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 letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.