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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.