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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
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.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
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.
The end.