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Tangled Hearts
Category: Romance
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.