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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
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.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.