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Beneath the Surface
Category: Thriller
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.