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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.