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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
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 garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.