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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.