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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.