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Stolen Glances
Category: Romance
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.