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Beneath the Surface
Category: Thriller
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 morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.