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Whispers of the Heart
Category: Romance
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.