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Beneath the Surface
Category: Thriller
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
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 was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
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.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.