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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.