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Fatal Tides
Category: Thriller
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
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 market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.