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Beneath the Surface
Category: Thriller
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.