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Behind Closed Doors
Category: Thriller
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.