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Beneath the Surface
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.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.