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Beneath the Surface
Category: Thriller
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.