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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
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 letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.