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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.