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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
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 was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
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.