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Beneath the Surface
Category: Thriller
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.