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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A knock at the door changed everything.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.