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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
A knock at the door changed everything.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.