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Beneath the Surface
Category: Thriller
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
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.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.