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The Hiding Place
Category: Thriller
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.