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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.