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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.