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The Hiding Place
Category: Thriller
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.