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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.