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Stolen Glances
Category: Romance
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.