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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.