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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
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.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.