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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.