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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
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.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.