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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
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 garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.