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Beneath the Surface
Category: Thriller
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.