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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.
A knock at the door changed everything.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.