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Beneath the Surface
Category: Thriller
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.