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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.