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The Hiding Place
Category: Thriller
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 train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.