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Beneath the Surface
Category: Thriller
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.