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Midnight Confessions
Category: Romance
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
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.
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 end.