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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A knock at the door changed everything.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.