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Beneath the Surface
Category: Thriller
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.