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The Hiding Place
Category: Thriller
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.