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Tangled Hearts
Category: Romance
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.