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Beneath the Surface
Category: Thriller
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.