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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.