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The Perfect Stranger
Category: Thriller
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.