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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.