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Stolen Glances
Category: Romance
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
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 had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.